Truth?

The truth is uttered today,
like shadow followed me,
on moments rebelled,
penetrated and suffocated.
The truth,
apparition in the night,
in the silence,
when the thoughts are the loudest
like reprimand or subconscious revelation.
The world chiseled it onto my palms,
so deep it was hidden
in promises of the brighter days.
Ratified, it became relief now
since I do not exist anymore.
The embodiment I am of its inventors,
they eradicated me long time ago.
No, my tears will not catch them.
The world encapsulated like deaf walls,
it did not expect nor receive
apparition-me.